My Soul gave me good counsel, teaching me that the lamp which I carry does not belong to me, and the song that I sing was not generated from within me. — Khalil Copy Share Image
You are still despised and mocked, A man too weak and infirm to be God, A God too much man to call forth adoration. — Khalil Copy Share Image
Some find Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran’s poetry preachy and moralizing, but I find it plenty enlightening—it’s hard to object to the melodic, cosmic of… — Khalil Copy Share Image
All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who… — Khalil Copy Share Image
We were a silent, hidden thought in the folds of oblivion, and we have become a voice that causes the heavens to tremble. — Khalil Copy Share Image
Cast aside those who liken godliness to whimsy and who try to combine their greed for wealth with their desire for a happy afterlife. — Khalil Copy Share Image
All that you see was and is for your sake. The numerous books, uncanny markings, and beautiful thoughts are the ghosts of souls who… — Khalil Copy Share Image
I know faces, because I look through the fabric my own eye weaves, and behold the reality beneath. — Khalil Copy Share Image
The seasons shall tire and the years grow old, ere they exhaust these words: “Father forgive them, for they know not what they do. — Khalil Copy Share Image
I definitely accept who I am for just being me, I love me for me, I am super repsonsible, carin, and considerate! I sure… — Khalil Copy Share Image
I would not have thee believe in what I say nor trust in what I do — for my words are naught but thy… — Khalil Copy Share Image
I am the infinite sea, and all worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore. — Khalil Copy Share Image
The wind may blow and then cease, and the sea shall swell and then weary, but the heart of life is a sphere quiet… — Khalil Copy Share Image
All this I say that you may understand not only in the mind but rather in the spirit. The mind weighs and measures but… — Khalil Copy Share Image
Master, Master Poet, Master of our silent desires, The heart of the world quivers with the throbbing of your heart, But it burns not… — Khalil Copy Share Image
